2 Tough and Crazy people get together and consider life through the Oracle of the Animated Gif. They contemplate DISCOURAGEMENT. The heart taken right out of a person with the Sun Setting in an Anicent sky and the Cottage empty of Earthly youth. A carton of beer in the kitchen. We don’t do that. We take good care of one another. So they say – but sometimes the Discouragement creeps into the Soul unbidden with Acedia. There are, at times, Autumn Afternoons in other places than the Month of May. Even in the Southern Hemisphere.

“The most essential factor is persistence — the determination never to
allow your energy or enthusiasm to be dampened by the discouragement
that must inevitably come.”
– James Whitcomb Riley

Learn the art of patience. Apply discipline to your thoughts when they become
anxious over the outcome of a goal. Impatience breeds anxiety, fear, discouragement
and failure. Patience creates confidence, decisiveness, and a rational outlook, which
eventually leads to success.
– Brian Adams

Elbert Green Hubbard: When on the brink of complete discouragement, success is discerning that… the line between failure and success is so fine that often a single extra effort is all that is needed to bring victory out of defeat.

Discouragement is simply the despair
of wounded self-love
– Francois de Fenelon

Develop success from failures. Discouragement and failure are two of the surest stepping stones to success. ~Dale Carnegie

After praying, we must look to God in anticipation of what He’ll do. The Lord moved the king’s heart to show favor toward Nehemiah. The king provided him with soldiers and supplies for rebuilding Jerusalem. Nehemiah accepted the help and moved forward.

God will move hearts and send people to help us in discouraging times. Will you look to the Lord and accept the assistance He sends?

Creativity is so delicate a flower that praise tends to make it bloom while discouragement often nips it at the bud.

author of this creativity quotations by Alex Osborn

The Lord responded compassionately, “My friend, when I asked you to
serve me and you accepted, I told you that your task was to push against
the rock with all your strength, which you have done. Never once did I
mention to you that I expected you to move it. Your task was to push. And now you come to me, with your strength spent, thinking that you have failed.
But, is that really so? Look at yourself. Your arms are strong and muscled,
your back sinewy and brown, your hands are callused from constant pressure, and
your legs have become massive and hard. Through opposition you have grown
much and your abilities now surpass that which you used to have. Yet you
haven’t moved the rock. But your calling was to be obedient and to push and to
exercise your faith and trust in My wisdom. This you have done. I, my friend,
will now move the rock.”

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2 Tough and Crazy people get together and consider life through the Oracle of the Animated Gif. They contemplate Late afternoon in an Autumn Valley. Light softened over the Hills and the creatures of the night preparing to emerge from the crevices of the Northern Banks. The Creek glosses over and mists prepare for the darkness before them. Ready to rise and enghost. One white fence circles a ancient cottage on a knoll above the willows and breezes which HE loves begin a pre-dusk whispering up from the Dell where something They have never seen is stretching for its wandering hours.

On this bleary white afternoon,
are there fires lit up in heaven
against such faking of quickness
and light, such windy discoursing?

Edwin Honig, Through a Giant Copper Beech

Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature’s peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you and the storms their energy, while cares will drop off like autumn leaves.John Muir

An autumn night — don’t think your life didn’t matter.
– Basho

Winter dies into the spring, to be born again in the autumn.
– Marche Blumenberg

We are reformers in spring and summer; in autumn and winter, we stand by the old; reformers in the morning, conservers at night.Ralph Waldo Emerson

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2 Tough and Crazy people get together and consider life through the Oracle of the Animated Gif. They contemplate the chill edge of a sub tropical autumn night . Its not Armidale where the gas heater is out of gas and its not Kalang . But sitting very still – there is a chill. Just a little.

Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting, and autumn a mosaic of them all.”

— Stanley Horowitz

Autumn Song by Sarojini Naidu

Like a joy on the heart of a sorrow,
The sunset hangs on a cloud;
A golden storm of glittering sheaves,
Of fair and frail and fluttering leaves,
The wild wind blows in a cloud.

Hark to a voice that is calling
To my heart in the voice of the wind:
My heart is weary and sad and alone,
For its dreams like the fluttering leaves have gone,
And why should I stay behind?

To Autumn

Poem lyrics of To Autumn by William Blake. O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stain’d
With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit
Beneath my shady roof; there thou may’st rest,
And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe,
And all the daughters of the year shall dance!
Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers.

“The narrow bud opens her beauties to
The sun, and love runs in her thrilling veins;
Blossoms hang round the brows of Morning, and
Flourish down the bright cheek of modest Eve,
Till clust’ring Summer breaks forth into singing,
And feather’d clouds strew flowers round her head.

“The spirits of the air live in the smells
Of fruit; and Joy, with pinions light, roves round
The gardens, or sits singing in the trees.”
Thus sang the jolly Autumn as he sat,
Then rose, girded himself, and o’er the bleak
Hills fled from our sight; but left his golden load.

Newly cut fine white silk,
Clear and pure as frost and snow.
Made into a fan for joyous trysts,
Round as the bright moon.
In and out of my lord’s cherished sleeve,
Waved back and forth to make a light breeze.
Often I fear the arrival of the autumn season,
Cool winds overcoming the summer heat.
Discarded into a box,
Affection cut off before fulfillment.

It was one of those perfect English autumnal dayswhich occur more frequently in memory than in life.~ P. D. James

THE autumn comes, a maiden fair
In slenderness and grace,
With nodding rice-stems in her hair
And lilies in her face.
In flowers of grasses she is clad;
And as she moves along,
Birds greet her with their cooing glad
Like bracelets’ tinkling song.
A diadem adorns the night
Of multitudinous stars;
Her silken robe is white moonlight,
Set free from cloudy bars;
And on her face (the radiant moon)
Bewitching smiles are shown:
She seems a slender maid, who soon
Will be a woman grown.
Over the rice-fields, laden plants
Are shivering to the breeze;
While in his brisk caresses dance
The blossomed-burdened trees;
He ruffles every lily-pond
Where blossoms kiss and part,
And stirs with lover’s fancies fond
The young man’s eager heart.

This English translation of “Autumn” was composed by Arthur W. Ryder (1877-1938)

Autumn Song

The long tears
Of Autumn’s
Violins
Wound my heart
With a monotonous
lethargy.

All suffocating
And pale when
The hour strikes,
I remember
The old days
And I cry…

And I am going away
On an ill wind
That carries me
Here, there,
Just like a
Dead leaf.